[	Tags	|	drinking, friends, london, photos, pubs	]
[	mood	|	contemplative	]
[	music	|	R.E.M.	]

I got back yesterday from two days of revelry in London, which was incredibly fun, although has severely damaged my bank balance. So much fun was had, though.

I had a job interview this morning, for a job working on the locks at the harbour. Things are not promising, I'm afraid, as there are eight hundred million applicants and one job. But I really, really, really want it. *sulks*

I promise I will stop procrastinating about the New York photos soon, and give you an account of that trip that is slightly more coherent than "Wow!" Soon.

[	Tags	|	clubbing, cocktail party, cousins, drinking, driving, holidays, pub quiz, sailing, work	]
[	mood	|	amused	]
[	music	|	Snow Patrol	]

Wow, I have not been online for a loooooong time. While this may be contributed to the fact that my life has been non-stop for about the past month (as demonstrated by last night, the first night in which I had proper opportunity to sleep in ages, and I was dead to the world for 14 hours), it must be pointed out that said busy-ness was pretty much my fault.

So, what has my life been doing?

~ I have applied for a new job as a Lock-Keeper's Assistant at the Harbour (not as boring as it sounds), and now must psyche myself up for an interview next Thursday.
~ I have passed my Driving Theory Test (35/35! - which totally demonstates that you can pass without doing any work, as I only started revising two days before). This means that I can now take my Practical Driving test, although I'm not going to in the foreseeable future, as I still something of a hazrd on the road. Watch out, old ladies!
~ I am halfway through a Safety Boat course, which will mean that I'm actually qualified to drive the motorboat that I've been driving on sailing courses for the last three years. Much laughter generally ensues during lessons, largely because my step-dad is running it, and he has the best sense of humour. Last time, we were learnign how to do emergency rescues, and then did a real life emergency rescue, because the engine stopped working on one of the motorboats.
~ My cousins are down for the week, so we have been showing them the sights of Eastbourne. Yesterday, we went to Herstmonceux Science Centre, which does not sound fun, but was. Incredibly. To give you an idea of quite how fun it was: part of the 'Educational Science Show' involved putting mints into a bottle of Coke, and watching it blow up.
~ My brother is back from university, and his broken leg seems the have recovered, although he does now walk with a rather disturbing limp.
~ Alice had a cocktail party last week. Amateur cocktails are never a good idea, but are jolly good fun. There was lots of spooning, a bit of kissing, surprisingly little throwing-up, and the only damage to the house was a broken bannister (result of Alex throwing himself down the stairs for Pete's camera), and the power got switched off. We have all resolved never again to drink anything green, and defintitely not if it is one of Alex's 'surprise' cocktails ("Don't look at what I'm putting in it! It'll taste great!" he says, as he empties every bottle in sight into your glass). I refer you to my Facebook.

It is now the Easter holidays, so I am thoroughy enjoying myself. The schedule so far, and in the foreseeable future:
~ Friday: Matthew's homecoming from Ireland, so I took him to a rollerdisco (cooler than it sounds), and then clubbing. Much drinking ensued (fortunately not whilst on rollerblades).
~ Monday: the Counting House Pub Quiz. We lost dismally (again), but my brother's team won. Muck drinking ensued.
~ Tuesday: Spoons and then clubbing at TJ's. Much drinking ensued.
~ Tonight: Spoons and then 70s and 80s night at Atlantis Nightclub. Much drinking shall ensue.
~ Next Tuesday: Two days are to be spent in London, shopping the first day, checking into the Best Hostel in the World, clubbing that night, and then recovering the next day. Much drinking shall ensue.

Can you see a pattern there? Other than the fact that I have a rapidly declining bank balance, and have no answer as to where all that money has gone other than to pat my liver. I also appear to have turned nocturnal.

Anyway, must be off, to make myself a good LJ friend by reading what has been happening in your lives. And then I shall take advantage of the fact that I am awake during the day to knuckle down to some English homework.

[	Tags	|	america	]
[	mood	|	tired	]

I am back. I am only slightly jet-lagged. America was amazing. I ate far too much. It snowed. The buildings were very tall. American drivers are terrifying. I love ice-hockey. I have much tacky 'I Heart NY' merchandise. Nothing untoward happened (apart from having to take Jenny to ER for getting acid on her tongue, but that was just hilarious). 

I will explain that last sentence another time, when I am slightly more awake. 

ETA: Largely because Hannah just sent me this photo, and it made me laught for a stupidly long time, I feel I shoudl illustrate just how fun this trip was:

Yes, that is a giant bottle of Hershey's syrup. No, I didn't bring it home. It wouldn't have fit in my suitcase.

I am not dead, if any of you suspected that it was so. I have just had a lack fo things to post about, because I'm sure that you all get fed up with reading: 'So, this weekend, what did I do? Went to the pub, went clubbing, and then was very dead at work. Oh, and then went back to the pub.'

So ... what have I been up to? Well, on Wedneday, I went to the pub, went clubbing, and then spent the entirety of the next day living off a diet of Lucozade. Oh, and wait! I'm did the same thing last Saturday, and I'm doing it on Tuesday too.

Actually, on Wednesday, we went to a different club to usual - Atlantis, the notorius 'Club on the Pier'. The one that Alice's dad referred to as, "Oh, I'm glad you don't ever go to that nasty one by the sea. Lots of dodgy people there." It was not, however, that bad, as we went on student night, so drinks were cheap, everyone was young, and security was fairly lax, so we managed to sneak to underage people in with us. We shall not, I might add, be repeating the experience, as Atlantis has a slightly ... different clientele to TJ's, our usual haunt. To put it nicely, I've never seen so much fake tan in my life. The outrageous costumes made up for it, though, as we saw: 2 people in their pyjamas, 1 banana costume, 1 dog costume, and 8 boys wearing nothing but red or white football shorts and lots of blue body paint. (We finally figured out that they were Smurfs.) 

I have recognised, by the way, that I need to spend less time drinking and more time asleep, as my body is finally beginning to crack under the strain of two months of solid partying since I turned eighteen. Of course, half-term has just started, so nothing is going to slow down quite yet, as my friends are pretty much planning the week around the day's pub choice:
~ Saturday: The Hurst Arms, because it has a pool table and we feel the need to expand our pub repertoire
~ Monday: The Counting House, to try out their pub quiz
~ Tuesday: Spoons and TJ's for Alex's birthday
~ Thursday: a gentle country walk over the Downs to get to The Tiger at East Dean

(The rest of the time I plan to spend sleeping, writing coursework, and Wednesday is, of course, reserved for moping about that fact that I am single and alone.) 

I feel quite guilty, because I not only jumped on Sam when he was in a vulnerable position (read: drunk) and made him pinky-promise me never to smoke cigarettes again (the get-out clause being that he can smoke whatever else he likes), but also made him swear that, as of Monday, he will not drink for two weeks. Whereas I stil drinking, and plan to cheat by saying that I will not drink from the 4th - 11th of March. Because I am in America, and would not be able to buy it anyway. *cackles*

Right, off to be responsible. I am a little brain-dead because I spent the night at Sam's, and we stayed up eating Tim-Tams and watching bizarre Anime films until five am, and now I must write something coherent about Mary Queen of Scots. 

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Took the day off college today, so that I could finish my English coursework, do some music practise, and spend time liasing with universities about a change to my application. (The fact that I actually finished my English coursework by 11am, and then painted my nails, watched Bridget Jones' Diary, and went back to bed is moot point.) 

I've decided that I'm going to drop Politics A-level. Not, as it would be with most people, because I don't like Politics - actually, American Politics is wicked, and I wish we'd done it last year, when I actually liked Politics classes - but because my teacher seems to have developed a bit of a nonchalent attitude this year, which seems to have affected her teaching. Not only did she not organise any revision classes for people doing re-takes (I ended up organising revision sessions and providing past exam papers for Sam), but she's doing none for the exams coming up, and, worst of all, lost my coursework question, told me that I'd never handed one in, and presented me with one of the 'spares', which I don't know how to answer. 

Plus, classes are deathly boring, and if I have to go to even one more, I shall end up throwing myself out of the window. (Not that this would be fatal - the classroom's on the ground floor. It would mostly be for dramatic value.) I spent most of the last one amusing myself by unfocussing my eyes, and seeing if I could still read the worksheet. Yes, they are that dull. Everyone else that I've talked to seems to be in the same mindset, but I am the only one in the lucky position of having four subjects, so that I can drop one. I am encouraged by the fact that nobody, so far, has said, "Dropping Politcs! Oh, what a bad idea!" and instead, the only respose that I've had has been, "Good for you! Wish I could!"

So I am fed up, if it was not obvious. 

I've spent the morning contacting various universities, asking if they would mind if I just dropped Politics, seeing as I'm currently doing for A-levels, and I only actually need three. Exeter and York (which have hereby become my favourites) have e-mailed back lovely messages saying that it would be fine, and good luck with everything else. The other two I am waiting to hear from, but no doubt they will say the same thing.

Now all remains is to see my Politics teacher, tell her that I'm leaving, and cower a lot. I am considering the option of just not ever going to another lesson, and hoping that I don't run into her in the corridor, but I think that would be rather unwise. Not that taking days off college because I can't be bothered to go is a particualrly good idea, but still.

Grrr. Argh. 

Off to do some music practise. Exam on Thursday. Ooop.